Shannon West posted this in the Fibromyalgia community on LiveJournal. It is used with her full permission and acknowledging her full copyright of the work.
- Hmm, this feels funny. Huh. Oh well.
- Hmm, this kinda hurts a bit. Oh well.
- Hmm, this is kinda hurts. Ow. Oh well.
- Ow. Time for a regular strength Tylenol. Gone.
- Um, ok... this hurts. Not comfortable. Got any Advil? I've got stuff to do.
- The hell?! Seriously not comfortable. Who invented this pain thing? Coupla Advils, and keep going. Not about to forget about it though.
- HELLO?! Can we stop with the pain now? Got any Vicodin? I need to lie down. Like RFN! We can talk there.
- Oh dear God. Whimpering commences. Work stops. Thinking gets muddled. Percocet anyone? Go away, or be prepared to do exactly what I say, when I say it.
- Afraid this might kill me! Incoherent babbling begins.
- Afraid this might not kill me! Afraid of having to live through it! Writhing, crying, almost coherent swearing. Morphine drip, anyone?
